The historical record preserves this poet’s work, but little is known of their life. Further details will be added as sources emerge.
No Land Like Ours
J. R. Barrick
Though other lands may boast of skies
Far deeper in their blue,
Where flowers, in Eden’s pristine dyes,
“Ye Batteries of Beauregard.”
J. R. Barrick
“Ye batteries of Beauregard!”
Pour your hail from Moultrie’s wall;
Bid the shock of your deep thunder
Kentucky, She Is Sold
J. R. Barrick
A tear for “the dark and bloody ground,”
For the land of hills and caves;
Her Kentons, Boones, and her Shelbys sleep